“Minevra, where are we? I can’t see anything! God, my head hurts!” professor Sprout lay on the floor with hands on her head, trying to remember where she was and why. “Pomona? Is this you Sprout? I think I’m going to throw up!” Students of Hogwarts should have seen their teachers now. Professor McGonagall, that always was so tuff and so untouchable, on her knees, puking and gasping alternately. And Professor Sprout, laying on her back trying to remember why her head was in so much pain and...